Dark Sexy Knight (A Modern Fairytale)(68)

But today had taught her something both brutal and important—she was no longer a being independent of Colton Lane. She had bound her body to his last night. Today she realized that her heart was inextricably bound to his as well. As long as he cared for her, that was a safe place to be. But if he should stop caring for her, stop loving her, he may as well rip her beating heart from her chest because it would be no less broken. She was past the point of no return now, and it was scary because she’d never loved anyone as deeply as she loved him.

Which is why, as he finished his explanation, her fingers went to the hem of his T-shirt and pushed up, her palms sliding over his chest as she bared his skin to her. He reached behind his neck and pulled the shirt over his head, and she sat up, pulling her hair into a ponytail so he could unzip the back of her dress. Because the bodice had built-in support, there was no bra to unlatch, and Colton’s rough fingers trailed up her back, pushing the sleeves over her shoulders and down her arms as his lips landed softly on the skin at the base of her neck. He nuzzled and kissed as the sleeves drooped to her wrists, baring her breasts.

“What about Ryan?” he whispered close to her ear, still kissing her neck, his hands reaching from behind to cup her breasts.

Verity leaned back against his shoulder, releasing her hair so it trailed down his back and covering his hands with hers. “I told him I wouldn’t be up for a while.”

“He won’t come looking for you?”

His thumbs and forefingers pinched and teased her nipples into tight points, and she gasped at the sensation, pulling the sleeves from her wrists and leaning forward slightly to slip the rest off her body and onto the floor.

“I don’t . . . I don’t think so,” she said, her voice breathy and thin.

“Give me a second,” he said, releasing her breasts and crawling to the edge of the bed. He made it to the door in three steps, locking it securely before turning to face her. He watched her as he unzipped his jeans, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and pulled both down his legs to the floor. Completely naked, he stared at her from several feet away in the dim light of his room.

Without a word, she stood up and pushed her panties to the floor, where they landed on top of her princess uniform with a whisper. Then she raised her eyes to his and stared back.

“This is as vulnerable as people get,” he said.

She nodded. “Naked.”

“In every way,” he said. “This is me. And I belong to you.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but for the first time today, they were happy tears, tears that were born of his commitment and love and reassurance. Tears that told her that her heart was safe in his keeping and that she needn’t have worried so powerfully after seeing him in the barn. She hadn’t known that then, but she knew it now, and it filled her heart with such joy, it felt like bursting.

Her hands were loose at her sides, her long blonde hair reached the tips of her breasts.

“This is me,” she whispered, staring back at him, proud to return his vow. “And I belong to you.”

At the same time, they ran for each other, colliding in the center of the room, his hands on her hips to lift her up. She locked her ankles around his back as his lips smashed into hers, their teeth scraping, tongues mating, his erection thick and throbbing against her clit as he kissed her.

“I need you,” she said, cradling his face as she covered it with kisses. “I need you inside me.”

He set her down on the bed, leaning over her to kiss each nipple and the valley between her breasts. His lips trailed down her stomach in a path of fire until he reached her clit. Spreading her gently, he kissed the bud of rigid flesh then sucked it between his lips, his tongue flicking out across the bundle of nerves until she bucked off the bed and flooded his fingers.

The rip of foil.

His knees spreading her legs.

“Say it again.”

“I want you inside me,” she said, opening her eyes. “Now.”

With one smooth stroke he entered her completely, the walls of her sex sucking him forward until he was buried to the hilt. His eyes were black and rolling, fierce and desperate.

She reached for his face, caressing his cheeks as she looked deeply into his eyes.

“I love you,” she sighed. “You are my sweet place too.”

His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and he exhaled, his breath warm on her forehead as he withdrew from her body and plunged forward again. He opened his eyes, holding hers captive as he continued to move within her, massaging her wickedly from the inside out, learning every secret place within her and claiming it for his own.

“Stay with me,” he panted as his thrusts became faster and harder, making her muscles tighten and gather, compress like a spring ready to explode.

“Yes!” she screamed, falling over the brink of bliss, her body convulsing madly, her muscles milking him, forcing his climax.

She watched from beneath him, in a haze of orgasmic pleasure, as he threw back his head and growled her name, spending himself in throbbing pulses she could feel, then collapsing beside her with a low groan of pleasure.

“Baby, you’re going to kill me,” he muttered into a pillow several minutes later.

“Never.” Beside him, she laughed softly, her insides still quivering and tender, her smile lazy and replete.

He leaned up on an elbow, reached down for the condom, and unrolled it. Tying a knot in the top he dropped it in a wastebasket beside the bed, then turned and grinned at her. “What now?”